Predator: Mating Season(PM for further details)

Demos Straxus

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It is the humid jungles of South America, and something is afoot. Two alien Predators have come to our world looking for each other. As is their custom, the male must win the female over for the right to breed with him.

Basicly two Predators hopping around the jungle looking for each other and killing humans along the way. I'll be taking the male: T'kalish. Need someone to play the female, and we'll need to discuss how to split the "victims"

Fair warning. This is bound to get pretty bloody, as Predators collect human skulls as trophies, and Tak is gonna try and impress her :) . Lots of knives and guns. Female and Male will probably also have to fight.
 
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The Jungle is alive tonite.

Pedro Cazador considered this thought briefly as he loaded the last of the white powder into the battered jeep they were using to transport the poison. It was certainly true enough. He could hear the chirping of birds, and the ocaisional snarl of a jaguar in the bush, just beyond his sight. The leaves rustled from time to time from the light rain that scattered down upon them, and Pedro himself was wearing a rainslicker to ward of the droplets.

Stepping away from the jeep for a moment, he lit a smoke, and took a long drag of the acrid fumes. Without the lights of the compound around him, he was cast into shadow, his gangly, 5'6" frame like a wraith. Sighing to himself, he turned back towards the truck, and noticed an odd, triangular dot on the exact center of his chest. Frowning, he reached to touch it, and saw it move to his hand.

Madre de Dios? What is this?

It was his last concious thought before an energy blast struck him dead in the chest, killing him instantly, and scattering his remains over a 20 ft area.

The hunt had begun.
 
Azusa heard the blast, and her head turned quickly. The long dreadlocks flipped and slapped at her mask. He was close, that was what she wanted. She wanted him to think he could catch her, but in reality, he was not her equal.

She had trained well as a child and now as she prepared to fight off the unwanted mating ritual she used all that training to avoid him. The female had no desire to wed some male of her kind, that was just chosen from a pile of young bucks. Azusa was worth more than that. She was just as powerful if not more so then the men of her village and she would not succumb to anyone less powerful then herself.

She left her kill behind, the young woman's body torn into bits and pieces. The ground now darker than before. Her feet pressed into the dirt and the blood that had saturated through the area rose up along the edge of her armored boots. Azusa leaped high into the tree. He'd find her eventually, it was fate, it was destiny. She growled at the thought. It was code, and honor and law. She hated law!

She didn't want a mate, she wanted freedom. Her body ached to travel and hunt for the rarest and most prized treasures. Azusa did not desire or want some foul smelling man beneath her, or between her legs. She moved swiftly through the treetops, until she came to the small village. There were a few humans here for him to take, and shower her with gifts. She picked out the prize pieces and followed their movements.

*

The villagers were working on the ceremony for the wedding of the Clan's leader. He had finally found his perfect bride, and the celebration would begin after her body had been proven to still hold its virgin barrier. Foods and drinks were prepared, and many had come in from other Clans for the fine celebration.

With screams and cries that came from behind the leader's hut and the hut of the top Chiefians, the celebration never began. Wails of sadness filled the air as the villagers mourned the loss of their tribal leaders. The warrior woman, leapt in gladness and stealth as she moved swiftly leaving the blood of her kills to seep into the ground.

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When the time was right, she descended and slaughtered the favorite trophies, the ones he would have taken. The ones he would have tried to parade in front of her. She was satisfied, the male, she spit at the thought of calling him male. Until he was her equal or proved to be superior to her, he was nothing but a nuisance. Another of a useless breed, that wasted the air she breathed.

Leaving the village behind she moved deeper into the jungle. Blood ran from her gloves in long, slimy drops. She stopped at the river and removed her mask and armor. Dipping her body into the waters, she washed away the blood that had gathered inside her shielding, and rinsed the smell of the dead off. Leaving the liquid, the redness flowing slowly down stream as she cleansed her armor.

She liked the jungle, the environment was warm, and the trees gave ample coverage. The place she had found to hide was deeply camouflaged and her scent was masked by the dung of the many creatures that housed near her. She carried her armor to her nesting ground, and rested. Her breath fell heavily as she slept, though her mind was fully aware of the sounds that surrounded her.
 
T'Kalesh stepped toward the fallen human, pushing aside the charred flesh in his way, and leaning down to pick up the human's skull. flicking out his blades, he cleanly severed the trophy's spinal cord and was just slicing the pale flesh, and fur from its gleaming skull when he heard her attack.

His head jerked in the direction of the sound, instantly alert. The cries and screams did not bother him. He had hunted on a dozen planets, and the cries of prey were like music to his nodes. What did bother him was the weapons fire, or rather lack there of.

Any fool could attack prey with a burner, as he had just done. It took true skill to do so with blades. His mandibles clicked happily at the thought of danger. This was only his second mating, and he still bore the scars from the first....regenerating his left arm had been quite painful.

Still clutching the decapitated skull in one hand he lept for a nearby tree, and charged in the direction of the attack. He could not scent her yet, but that would change soon enough.

As he stepped into the clearing where the prey had been taken, he hissed. She had taken trophies, and judging from their remains, it had been the prize specimens.

When the remaining villiager's noticed him, and attempted retribution, he deloaked, and roared at them, scattering them across the landscape in pure terror. He watched them flee with disdain.

Females and suckers.

Snarling in rage, he brought the human skull before his face. It was pathetic next to the trophies she had gathered from this villiage. Barely resisting the urge to crush it beneath his grip, T'Kalish recloaked, and dissapeared back into the forest.
 
Azusa awoke from her slumber, she looked up at her trophies, and with her long, black claws she touched each one. The clicking sound of her happiness, was low in her throat she knew that if the male were close, even as far as the 50 feet he would still hear her whispered sounds of giddiness. She stood and stretched her body. Her green eyes squinted against the sunlight, but she relished the heat it provided her body, and the humidity of her surroundings.

She pulled the trophies down, and began to prepare them for properly. She had long ago skinned the skulls, and now the dried blood was all that remained. Azusa removed her bone scrubber and worked off the dried blood, the flakes covered her lap, but she didn't care. Her armor rested beside her, so she would not need to care of polish it again. Once the dried blood was removed, she rubbed it with bone polish and preserving chemical. The skull was soon smooth and shining. The whiteness glistened in the sunlight.

Azusa did this with all of her trophies, and soon the polished awards were strung back up. They hung over the entrance of the thick foliage she had found. The camouflage was just what it seemed to look like. A cave of intricately designed branches and leaves, that nature on this Planet had somehow formed. She looked at the bat dung that helped to cover her scent. He would smell it once he got closer, but for now it kept her safe.

Looking at her battery pack she wondered if she had time to watch him. To stalk him, while he hunts for her. Azusa placed her body armor back on. The armor added another additional 20 pounds to the massive amount of weight her body carried in muscle. But she felt no awkwardness. She had opted not to use the heavier of her armor. The bulkiness of the shoulder plates were only needed for her heaviest weapons, and though Azusa was here to hunt trophies, it was against her honor to attempt to kill or permanently harm the male hunter.

Once she had the front, and back of her body shielded she adjusted her knee pads, then slipped on her helmet. Then she leaped into the trees. After she had trailed a very far distance from her keep, she left heavy oily scents that would lead the male to think her aggressive, and perhaps distract him from her temporary shelter. She turned on her shift suit, and soon she became mirror images of her surroundings. If the male had his own, she would see it. For the only way to see him in his suit was if she was in hers. Azusa secretly hoped he was not wearing his camouflage suit, for she could use that time to watch him, and study him.
 
The males stalked another sort of prey. These "Commando's" were some form of military that the Oomans saw fit to send after the prey he had come for. Unlike his intial prey they were unarmed, and obviously skilled. Perching from a tree he watched the 12 men walk past silently, picking out his targets.


Watching the last one in the progression pass beneath him, he soundlessly lowered a garrot, and jerked it around the prey's neck, strangling him soundlessly, and pulling him into the shadows of the tree. The whole opperation was soundless, and took less than 10 seconds.

Pausing only long enough to collect the skull, T'Kalish followed these ametuer hunters through the jungle. The would make perfect trophies.
 
Azusa sensed the male was near. She could hear the noisy human tramping though the lush jungle. She snarled and clicked quietly her annoyance. They were coming closer to her, so she leaped a few more feet away. Keeping herself cloaked she watched the trees in the distance begin to separate.

She decided she would wait, and watch him take his kills. Judging him by his skill, before she bothered giving him the opportunity to chase her down, and hunt her. The end would eventually mean copulation, she was resigned to that, but she didn't have to like it. Her eyes hit the first man that had been stupidly separating himself from the group.

Her tongue flicked out and ran over her mandibles. The blood of her veins moved swiftly as she leaped to follow the idiot. She watched him stop, and look around. He passed under him, and she continued to stalk him. Azusa landed softly on her feet the jungle leaves barely moved a whisper. Pausing she kept her gaze locked on the heated figure before her. Shades of his body heat appeared to her through the mask, and she could hear the beat of his heart.

His death was quick and silent, as she slid the acid-resistant claw along her preys neck. His blood spurted out and she watched it cover the lush foliage. Azursa leapt up with her prey and worked with both skill and speed. When she leapt further ahead all that was left were the skinned remains of the human. His body suspended high above the jungle, his blood pooled on the ground of the tropics. Azusa hurried toward her next spot, her trophy attached to her waist.
 
Now burdened with two kills, T'Kalish continued his silent prowling, and soon found the remains of another of the females kills. He examined the slash marks with the air of one well used to them.

Precise, and deadly.

Weighing his options with care, the male began to assend a nearby tree, until he had the entire procession in sight. Kneeling on the branch, he took in the troop, waiting for his future mate to strike again. She was killing his game, and that was simply unacceptable. With luck he could disable her, and bring her the skulls from this entire prey group afterwards. Grinning beneath his mask, he waited patiently.
 
Azusa watched as the numbers began to dwindle, the humans now showing some confusion, and the smell of their fear triggered a happy click from her mandibles. She sensed him, he was closer, he was waiting to see what she did next. Inside her mask, she licked her mandibles once more as she thought of her strategy. She had taken one, and he had taken two from what she could see of the group of men that were together, but not side by side.

She spotted two that wove back toward the place where she had killed her first soldier. Thoughts ran through her mind, did she circle back and remove the two prizes from with the males grasp, or did she sit and wait, until opportunity arose to take another easier prize. With that thought she snorted in discuss, and chose the more difficult task. Still hidden within her suit, from the humans' eyes, but not from the male. Azusa began to leap back to the last kill.

Allowing the others to move further into the jungle limited her stealing his trophies, but when it came to mating, she would do all she had to avoid the tasks for as long as she could. The law said she had to mate, it said she had to let him have kills he had started, but here between the two of them, she was allowed to hunt, to deter him from his path. His job was to prove he was either on the same skill level as her or he was stronger. If he proved weaker she would self-destruct before she soiled her body with his seed.

Azusa spotted the humans, and she could tell my the rapid beat of their hearts, that they were looking up at the bloody, pink carcass. She dropped silently down, and waited for them to sense her presence. She was in the mood to toy with her treasures before taking their lives. Azusa snarled, as she felt his prescience, her long black claws grabbed the nearest kill, she uncovered her camouflage, and ripped the man's heart from his chest. A trophy of her own, to show her male hunter he was not needed. She watched the human's brain shut down, as his eyes rolled back and his jaw dropped. The other human stood there in shock.
 
Behind her, there the is the dull thud as the male lands in a crouch, less than twenty feet behind her, and then the telltale WHUMP as a net is fired directly at her. T'Kalish is forbiddin by law from harming her, but the net gun will restrain her in the short term......or so he hopes. After her wonderful display with the last prey, he isn't entirely sure anything will stop her.


He found the whole attack rather intoxicating actualy. She would indeed make a worthy mate for him.
 
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Azusa had sensed him immediately behind her. She recognized the sound of the weapon he had chosen, to capture her with. With great speed she extended the blades of her Ki'cit-pa to the full eighteen inches, then sliced through the neck of the remaining human. The human head fell with a thud, just as the net collapsed around her.

She grinned inside her helmet, her mandibles stretching out and her clicking becoming more intense the long blades still dripping with human blood now worked quickly slicing her free. At the same time she thought of what to toss at him, if a net was how he thought to capture her, he was more a foolish male then any other kind she had been forced to meet.

Azusa would not hesitate to self-destruct if the male had caught her so easily. She had done it out of shame for herself, more then anything else. Within seconds the net hung in tattered pieces from her armor and she turned quickly facing the male. Azusa couldn't kill the male, but she could harm him. With that thought implanted in the mind, she through two of her Yautja Smartdisks.

She watched the spinning weapon as it sliced through the leaves and tees between them. As they spun she leapt into the air, waiting to see what the male would do next, and waiting to see if her disks would hit her intended targets. Her goal only to wound not to kill.
 
T'Kalish saw the discs coming at him, and snarled beneath his mask, mildy annoyed. The easy thing to do, would have been simply firing his burner and incinerating the two....but then Easy did not win one a mate. Using his species natural agility, he dropped to a crouch, and slashed the first as it whizzed overhead, cleanly bisecting it. Not even pausing her drew his spear one handed, and slapped the other disc with the shaft, sending it flying back toward the female, inopperable. Raising himself to his full height, he snarled at her, with a Yautja mating call.

It was a trill, not unlike what you might hear from some tropical birds, but its meaning was clear, and primal. He was staking his claim on her.

She was powerful. She was smart. He was pleased. She would make a good mate.....assuming he survived.
 
Azusa eyes widened in curiosity. He had managed to wipe out one weapon and when she caught the disk she saw it was no use to her now. Crushing it within her fists and allowed the miniscule particles to scatter to the ground. She was a fair distance away from him, still able to see him, and she smirked inside her mask as she heard his call and knew its meaning.

She knew he had found her desirable, many males would have. Azusa had worked hard on her training, just because she felt no desire to mate didn't mean she was an idiot. Many women were as highly trained as she and they were often the targets for all males, even the weak and pitiful ones. Admitting to herself that he interested her, almost made her want to throw up. Now he dared to think he could claim her, that because he had destroyed two disks, he was her equal.

What angered her more was the loss of her trophies. She had those kills, they were hers. The first had been simple, to loss it did not sit well on her, but the other. To lose that stung. Her green eyes bored through her mask. Speed had helped her take that human. She had decapitated him, seconds before she was temporarily nimble from his puny net trick. “C'jit!” she cursed. Azusa could not claim her trophy, and this angered her greatly. Standing on the tree branch, she clicked out her anger, and shot a blast of energy from her scatter gun. Then as the energy surged toward the male, she leapt deeper into the jungle, her anger boiling.

Azusa found two more soldiers and quickly ended there lives. She wasted no time in collecting her trophies and leaving the male and the blood behind her. Quickly she left scents heavy oily scents on the trail she was taking. Then slowed her leaping, and relaxed her breathing, before circling wide, and heading back to her camp. The smell of the bat dung hovered heavy in the air, and masked some but not all of her scent.

Removing her mask, she began to skin away the skulls and worked out her frustrations at losing the two other trophies. Azusa's thoughts ran hard along the lines of wounding the fool next time.
 
T'Kalish saw the weapon being aimed at him, and ove behind a tree, in a most unimpressive manner. By the time he was able to regain his bearing, she had dissapeared again. Snarling he leaped into the trees, and began searching for her trail....the two dead bodies helped greatly. FObserving the area carefully, he noticed the scent of bat dung, and frowned, smelling her musk beneath it.

She had obviusly hidden her scent using the dung, but the net must have rubbed some of it off. Grinning, he began to follow the faint scent trail, ignoring the humans for the time being.
 
Azusa hung the now shimmering trophies from the cord and removed her armor. She stretched her long arms and long legs. Bending her neck to one side then the next, her eyes traveled over the jungle. Her eyes glared into the foilage, where she thought she had seen something.

She reached for her mask, then paused. The male was not that smart, he would not have found her nesting ground so easily. Azusa pulled the damaged disk out and sat down to look more closely at it. Her eyes took in the damage, and she thought that once she got it back to her ship, it could be repaired. Her eyes glanced at her battery pack, and for now there was plenty of power.

Azusa smelled him, he was very close. She couldn't see him, but she knew he was there. Grabbing what weapons she could, she leapt away from her nest and deep into the trees.

Saying a quick kantra, she hurried into the jungle. Angry at herself for underestimating the male. Now he was the hunter and she was more the prey then she ever had been before. Without her suit she was unable to blend with the jungle.

Azusa would not give in so easily, she was a very skilled warrior. Her guanlets still on her wrists and arms, and her kneepads still protecting her. She fingered the weapons she had, placing them where she could easily retrieve them, when and if she had use of them.
 
T'Kalish dropped low in the clearing, and examined the armor pieces arrated before him. Grinning behind his helmet, he picked up her mask, which she had aparently left behind. Holding it up, he examined it closely, before storing it on his belt, and recloaking.

Only a fool would go on hunt this the few weapons he had seen lying about. She was still armed, and even more dangerous now, without her shift suit to hide her. He started following her scent again, this time moving very slowly, and carefully. It would not be unusual for her to have set traps for him, in this, her nesting site. Slowly climbing a tree, he scanned the area for her distinctive energy signature, and then cursed. Her power pack was still on the ground, and her reptillion body tempature would make tracking her next to impossible with thermal. Settling for EM, he started tracking based on the metal composition of her remaining weaponry, hoping to get lucky in at least that reguard.
 
She had made it further then she thought possible, however she still refused to misjudge him. The foilage now had to be her camouflage. Azusa leaped into a large area of red, green and orange jungle plants. She waited for his sound, she could hear the slightest whisper of noise from as far as 50 feet. If he was as much a fool to hunt her while she was basing her survival on skill rather then weapons, she would hear him in no time.

Azusa kept her eyes on the location of the sun. Memorizing its position, she calculated the number of hours she could survive without her mask. She would at some time need to double back for it, for now she had many hours to tease her prey, and make her way back to camp. For now she chose to wait, and see if she had need to ambush him.

Her fingers ran over her kneepads, and she smirked, one mandible lifting in a sneer. Azusa counted the weapon that was housed in her kneepads. She fingered its holster, and feeling a bit more at ease knowing the familiar weight of the gun. Her claws moved to the other knee and she clicked softly in happiness, over the texture of her stick. The self-destruct controls on the guantlet were useless but since she wore the model II system, she had yet another weapon hidden from him.
 
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T'Kalish picked up the faintest whisper of a reading, and headed in that direction, again picking up on her musk. Smirking behind his helmet, he took the mask from his belt, and dropped it below him to a clearing, before noisily running off at an angle, and then silently doubling back, at just below canopy level. He had smeared his body with dung as she had while pursuing her, and his musk would not betray him. His hight in the trees would minimize the sound she could hear, and his cloaking device prevented her from seeing him.


What is more, he had laid something she wanted at her very feet.

Settling back into the tree, he waited for his future mate to arrive.
 
Azusa almost squealed out her laughter at the foolish man. He had made enough noise to wake the decapitated bodies that were beginning to litter up the jungle floor. She heard silent whispers of humans and she wanted to return to her camp and retrieve her mask and armor. Dropping to the forest floor she began a quick, but quiet walk back to her camp.

She wondered what this male would try next. Her thoughts had carried her closer to her nesting ground, when she smelled the familiar scent of the bat dung she had been using to mask her scent. She growled and clicked in frustration then leaped forward, landing further into the deep jungle brush. Her eyes glared, as she looked at her mask in the clearing. He was close and that was his trap. He could sit out here for hours waiting for her to take it, or try to take it.

Her mind screamed at her for being such a fool. The small mistakes were nothing, but this one bordered on shame. For her to leave behind the one thing he knew she had to have to live infruiated her. He held all the points in his hand and she knew it. Right now she needed to face him, and see what she could do while he was on the ground with her.

Azusa hissed, the sound indicating her anger. It was quickly followed by a growl, and a flaring of her mandibles. He could see her and hear her. She knew that he had known she was warning him, that she was angry.

"Ki'cte!" she yelled out to him, telling him in one word she'd had enough. She would face him Jehdin/Jehdin, if she had to. For now she had weapons and she'd see what the puny male offered her as a battle for the right to make her his Lou-dte Kalei.
 
T'Kalish leaped down to the ground like a panther, his nimble hands, allowing him to move from limb to limb. Dropping to the ground before her, he rose to his full hieght, and bellowed his mating call again, raising his spear to the heavens.

This accomplished, he shifted into combat stance, spear held ready in one hand, his plasma caster charged and ready.

"Let us finish this, my mate."

Even with his mask concealing his handsome features, it was plain that he was enjoying this contest.
 
Azusa looked at the male, his fighter stance showed that he at least did not feel he could easily take her. He was right in that reguard, she detested the whole idea of mating with the inferior being. The male before her, had called her his mate, and the idea of his all ready making claim on her made her sneer.

“We shall see if you are worthy or just another foolish youngling trying to act a warrior.“

She knew that she would anger him, by her demoralizing comments, but she only spoke the truth as she saw it. Until he had proved himself her equal, she would continue to heap the insults onto his person.

Azusa looked at the spear in his hand, and she knew that the caster would be fully charged when he decided to use it. She considered her weapons. The combi-stick would serve mutiple ways, then she also had her dart gun and one projectile weapon in her gauntlet. It would only work however if she were extremely close to the male, something, she was going to avoid at all costs.

Taking her stance, she twisted and pumped her combi-stick. If the male seemed suprised that she was not toying around with hand to hand combat first she could not tell or not for his face was still hiding under his mask. She fired a dozen skewers toward her foe, then leapt back and held the weapon in both hands. Its pointed tips at both ends glistened in the jungle sun.
 
Ta'Kalish did an impressive leap out of the way and into a low branch, and firing his plasma caster at her in a rapid fire barrage. The power level set low enough not to kill her outright, but defintely enough to stun her. He rankled against her comment about his being a youngling, but he didn't let it affect him.
 
She watched the male jump up and avoid the rapidly approaching skewers she had fired. Her eyes widened in surprise and she chattered in eagarness to see what he would come up with next. When he raised the plasma caster and fired, she barked in outrage.

Azusa leapt off to dodge the caster, barely escaping the onslaught of the males first attack. As she rolled out of its range, she went for her mask, firing her dart gun at the same time. Her long claws grasped the edge of the mask, and she quickly pulled it on.

She stood tall and clicked her eagerness to see what else he would attempt to hunt her with. Reloading the dart gun was completed in seconds and she fired another shot. Then darted into the jungle. Darkness would soon be approaching, and the hunt was just beginning.
 
T'Kalish dodged all but one of the shots, this one striking a solid blow in the meat of his left arm. He snarled in annoyance, but made no attempt to remove the spear as he gave chase in the trees above her.

I would only bleed more if removed, and he didn't have time to repair the damage. Snarling after her, he pulled his net gun free, and fired several at her from above. This time he had loaded 'hardmeat' rounds, and these would be more difficult to destroy.
 
She ran faster and leapt from tree to tree, her heart beating quicker. Azusa recognized the sounds of the net gun firing rapid shots behind. She hissed in anger, then barked in outrage as one net landed on top of her. The net was stronger then before, and her blades were inside her gear, back at camp. Refusing to waste energy on struggling with the smaller blades of the combi-sticks tips, she waited for him to release her.

The combi-stick now shortened and wedged into her kneepad. Her mandibles flared in annoyance, as she watched for his approach. Azusa's skill in hand to hand combat was well known and she hoped that if she were able to get close enough to him, she could still use the small wishbone knife in her gauntlet.

Her mind raced as she took stock of her body. She had suffered no injuries and she was well fed from earlier in the day. Her body was still fit and her training was more refined then it had been in a long time. She'd still give him a battle even on foot.
 
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